What you'll find here will be: my ridiculous Thor AU, musings on the characters within that fic, musings on Norse Mythology, my sibling's art for my ridiculous Thor AU (eventually). The occasional preview of new material.

What you will not find here: Wank, whining about RL, overly personal information, general bitching.

Eidolon:

This fic began under the guise of a reasonably straightforward prompt hailing from the Thor Kinkmeme. I will not repeat the prompt here, as I have kept only the essentials from its original form. Here are the relevant elements: Laufey must be an extremely loving and devoted father; Loki and Thor must be contracted into an arranged marriage; that is the entirety of what I've taken from the prompt.

The great entropic Voice roars and laughs and shrieks; wind, and smoke and cracking ice; built of all that is better left forgotten. A grotesque mockery and a sibilant wonder. Aye, Laufeyson. Well met, are we. For we are those that walk between.

Please note this chapter is unfinished, but it will be large, so this is a pre-emptive dividing up.

This reeks of sacrifice, and if that is the Crown-Prince's plan...Helblindi will have none of it.He will offer his own throat first.“Are you come here to die? To gut yourself for the King and his House?”

“Look here!” He cries. “Look here First Father Ymir!”He breathes deep, lungs alive and shivering.The skald magic is singing through his bones, making him free with his tongue, free with his joy.“Am I not the first of Laufey's sons?”